Anxious

I woke up this morning
scared and anxious.
I woke up with despair.
What ! A dangerous feeling.
God! Are you trying to tell me
something?
If so, may it be clear.
I do not know, how or where
to relieve my despair.
I need strength, for my head
is throbbing from bursting tears.
If I may sing, let me sing.
If I must pray, let me pray.
For I need to relieve
my despair.
Good morning may be, for
I have awaken, or I must say.
Thanks for even having this anxious despair!

poem by Diane Jimenez
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